Someone gave you a smile
which treats your face,
blue in the pupils of your eyes,
and the color of flax in your hair,
as if you flew through the air
lashed by rain
bathed in the sun
dried out by the wind
surrounded by stars in the night.
Mother of the roadside chapels,
stared at from every human side,
together with the songs of birds
receive the quiet call,
"UNDER YOUR PROTECTION."

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